Walking for the streets of the city I had the privilege of being able to contemplate the extremities of the life. A catador of paper person is of its standards. It was to walk for the streets being cantarolando songs of love and its stand completely decorated of flowers. In it (stand) it did not have nor ten centimeters blank without flowers all harvested in the garbage of the city and all placed in perfect harmony making a decoration uniform. it one appears well marcante masculine. High, brown man clearly, using cavanhaque, pretty lean however with well dirty vestments in its face was shining the star of the love It intrigued that me. At the accurate moment I felt lack of my photographic machine, therefore it was a well-known situation so that all the women could see.
I went down of the car and I asked for that it came to say a little with me. It inquired: – I? I answered that yes. It came to my meeting smiling I asked it reason to it of the smile, the happiness, the cantorias and the flowers in the stand. It answered with much polidez: – I have in house a love. Loved mine it is best and the more beautiful woman of world for this I am always happy. It is everything that a necessary man to feel itself carried through. I asked for it described who it with printed sincerity in the face it said: it is fofa, black hair chestnuts, eyes, have a meter and sixty and weigh 82 kilos.
But its heart weighs three times more than so great it is. I was married another person for the first time and of this marriage they had come five children. Certain day to the first abandoned me wife with the children and was to live a great love with an owner of boate. I and my children suffer very. The pain of the abandonment it is always cruel. Then I knew domestic Maria working in a house where I was to arrange a garden the principle I noticed that it it had a certain difficulty with the arm. But it donated itself in such a way, as much of itself that today I leave to work I leave and it in house It made pra me what no Maria esbelta would make it created my children as if they were same its lacking a breast never we leave to make love. It took care of was of my heart trimmed my defects with words meigas, watered my soul with waters of its tears adubou my being with attitudes that raise today these flowers are for it, and this stand represents everything that I feel and everything that we are. This stand does not have price. Text written for Mara Arantes Coast day 05/02/2010